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Somervile., Attend his call, then with one mutual cry
The welcome news confirm, and echoing hills
Repeat the pleasing tale. See how they thread
The brakes, and up yon' furrow drive along!
But quick they back recoil, and wisely cheek
Their eager hsste; then o'er the fallow'd ground
How leisurely they work, and many a pause
Th' harmonious concert breaks, till, more assur'd,
With joy redoubled the low vallies ring.
What artful labyrinths perplex their way!
Ah! there she lies: how close! The pants; she
If now she lives: she trembles as she fits,
With horror feiz'd. The wither'd grass that clings
Around her head, of the same ruslet hue,
Almost deceiy'd iny sight, had not her eyes
With life full-beaming her vain wiles betray'd.
At distance draw the pack; let all be hulh'd;
No clamour loud, no frantic joy, be heard,
Left the wild hound run gadding o'er the plain
Untractable, nor hear thy chiding voice.
Now gently put her off: fee, how direct
To her known mew she fies! Here, huntsman,
(But without hurry,) all thy jolly hounds,
And calmly lay them in. How low they stoop,
And seem to plough the ground! then all at once
With greedy nostrils Inuff the fuming steam,
That glads their flutt'ring hearts. As winds let
From the dark caverns of the bluftring god
They burft away, and sweep the dewy lawn.
Hope gives them wings, while she's spurnt on by
The welkin rings; men, dogs, hills, rocks, and
In the full concert join. Now, my brave Youths!
Stripp'd for the Chase, give all your souls to joy.
See how their coursers, than the mountain roe
More fleet, the verdant carpet skim! thick clouds
Snorting they breathe, their shining hoofs scarce Somervile.
The grass unbruis'd; with emulation fir'd
They strain to lead the field, top the barr'd gate,
O'er the deep ditch exulting bound, and brush
The thorny-twining hedge: the riders bend
O'er their arch'd necks; with steady hands, by
turns Indulge their speed, or moderate their
Where are their forrows, disappointments, wrongs,
Vexations, sickness, cares? all, all are gone!
And with the panting winds lag far behind.
Huntsman! her gait obferve; if in wide rings
She wheel her mazy way, in the same round
Perfifting still, she'll foil the beaten track;
But if she fly, and with the fav’ring wind
Urge her bold course,' less intricate thy task;
Push on thy pack. Like fome poor exil'd wretch
The frighted Chase leaves her late dear abodes,
O’er plains remote she stretches fas: away,
Ah! never to return! for greedy Death
Hov'ring exults, secure to seize his prey.
Hark! from yon' covert, where thole tow'ring
Above the humble copse aspiring rise,
What glorious triumphs burlt in ev'ry gale
Upon our ravish'd ears! The hunters shout,
The clanging horns swell their sweet - winding no-
The pack wide op’ning load the trembling air
With various melody; from tree to tree
The propagated cry redoubling bounds,
And winged zephyrs waft the floating joy
Thro' all the regions near. Amictive birch
No more the school - boy dreads; his prison
Scamp'ring he Aies, nor heeds his master's call.
The weary traveller forgets his road,
Somervile, And climbs th’ adjacent hill. The ploughman lea
Th' unfinish'd furrow; nor his bleating flocks
Are now the shepherd's joy. Men, boys, and
Desert th' unpeopled village, and wild crouds
Spread o'er the plain, by the sweet frenzy seiz'd.
Look how she pants! and o'er yon'op'ning glade
Slips glancing by; while at the further end
The puzzling pack unravel wile by wile,
Maze within maze! The covert's utmost bound
Slily she skirts; behind them cautious creeps,
And in that very track, fo lately stain'd
By all the steaming croud, seems to pursue
The foe 1 he flies. Let cavillers deny
That brutes have reason; fure 'tis something
'Tis Heav'n directs, and stratagems inspires
Beyond the short extent of human thought.
But hold I see her from the covert break!
Sad on yon' little eminence she fits;
Intent she listens with one ear erect
Pond'ring, and doubtful what new course to take,
And how to 'scape the fierce blood-thirsty crew
That still urge on, and still in vollies loud
Insult her woes, and mock her sour distress.
As now in louder peals the loaded winds
Bring on the gath’ring storm, her fears prevail,
And o’er the plain and o'er the mountain's ridge
Away the flies; nor ships with winds and cide,
And all their canvass wings, fcud half fo fast.
Once more, ye jovial train! your courage try
And each clean courfer's fpeed. We fcour along,
In pleasing hurry and confusion toss'd,
Oblivion to be wish’d. The patient pack
Hang on the scent unweary'd; up they climb,
And ardent we pursue: our lab’ring steeds-
We press, we gore, till once the summit gain'd,
Painfully panting: there we breathe a while;
Then like a foaming torrent, pouring down
Precipitant, we smoke along the vale.
Somervile. Happy the man, who with unrivalld speed Can pals his fellows, and with pleasure view The struggling pack! how in the rapid course Alternate they prefide, and joftling push To guide the dubious scent, 'how giddy youth Oft babbling errs, by wiser age reprov'd; How, niggard of his strength, the wise old hound Hangs in the rear, till some important point Roufe all his diligence, or till the Chase Sinking he finds; then to the head he springs, With thirst of glory fir’d, and wins the prize. Huntsman! take heed; they stop in tull career; Yon'crouding flocks, that at a distance gaze, Have haply foild the turf. See that old hound, How busily he works, but dares not trust His doubtful sense! Draw yet a wider ring. Hark! now again the chorus fills. As bells, Sally'd a while, at once their pale renew, And high in air the tuneful thunder rolls. See how they tofs, with animated rage Recov'ring all they loft! -- That eager haste Some doubling wile foreshews. — Ah! yet once They 're check'd
Hold back with speed On
either hand They flowrish round
ev'n yet perfift! - 'Tis
Away they spring; the rustling strubbles bend
Beneath the driving storm. Now the poor Chale
Begins to flag, to her last shifts reduc'd.
From brake to brake she flies, and visirs all
Her well-known haunts, where once she rang'd se-
With love and plenty bless’d. See, there she
She reels along, and by her gait betrays
Her inward weakness. See how black 1 he looks!
The sweat that clogs th' obstructed pores scarce lea-
Somervile., A languid scent. And now in open views
$ee, see! she fies; each eager hound exerts
His utmost speed, and stretches ev'ry nerve.
How quick i he turns, their gaping jaws eludes,
And yet a moment lives, till round enclos'd
By all the greedy pack, with infant screams
She yields her breath, and there reluctant dies! ·
So when the furious Bacchanals assail'd
Threician Orpheus, poor ill-fated Bard!
Loud was the cry; hills, woods, and Hebrus'
Return'd their clam'rous rage: distress'd he flies,
Shifting from place to place; but flies in vain.
For eager they purlue, till panting, faint,
By noisy multitudes o'erpow'rd, he finks
To the relentless croud a bleeding prey!
The huntsman now, a deep incision made,
Shakes out with hands impure, and daf hes down
Her reeking entrails, and yet quiv'ring heart.
These claim the pack, the bloody perquisite
For all their toils. Stretch'd on the ground she
A mangled corse, in her dim.glaring eyes
Cold Death exults, and stiffens ev'ry limb.
Aw'd by the threat'ning whip, the furious hounds
Around her bay, or at their master's foot
Each happy fav’rite courts his kind applause,
With humble adoration cow'ring low.
All now is joy. With cheeks full-blown they wind
Her folemn dirge, while the loud-op’ning pack
The concert swell, and hills and dales return
The fadly-pleasing sounds. Thus the poor hare,
A puny daftard animal! but vers'd
In subtle wiles, diverts the youthful train,